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YESTERDAY NIGHT THERE WAS NO VISIBLE MOON BUT I COULD NOT AVOID SOME LIGHT POLLUTION FAR SOUTH. I JUS ENLIGHTENED THE TREE FOR 1SECOND WITH A FLASHLIGHT TO PRODUCE THIS EFFECT. IN POST PROCESSING I JUST CORRECTED THE LIGHT ON THE TREE. ONE THING I MOSTLY APPRECIATE WITH MY CAMERA IS THAT PROCESSING IS NUL OR REDUCED, MOST TIMES I USE PHOTOSHOP ONLY TO GIVE A TITTLE AND KEEP THEM ON THE LIBRARY. PLS VIEW ON BLACK

LOCH NESS ESCAPIST BEFORE GOING TO THE HAIDRESSER? ++++ What have we become to be so infantilized, suspected, designated, separated, parked, where only six months ago we were able to get indignant, for a word, for a gesture, for ideas? Where we liked to live, to exchange, to drink, to eat, to dream, to exist. Where perhaps, at the rate things are going, in a few days' time the one who dared to write this lines will end up, booed by the resigned people! For this I retire to the wilderness. FROM THE OTHER SIDE: PIP ABOVE

GOOD NIGHT! IN PIP A VIEW FROM THE OTHER SIDE

A little over two years ago with friends in the North of the country we drank more than we should have. So we went down to the village to walk a little, go to the café, maybe drink more... Passing by a group of trees I look towards the canopy and I see a kind of liana. I said I wanted it, that it was Gandalf's magic wand ... Z told me that he would get it. He picked up a stick and a string, made a cane out of it and tied a stone to the end. We went down to the village with everyone looking at the crazy us, Z even pretended to fish in a fountain... A few hours and drinks later we went back uphill and Z managed to send the rope with the stone to my desired wand, the rope twisted around it, he pulled... ...and the magic wand is now in my living room. We laughed a lot that day, okay we had too much to drink, but it was a great moment for me, especially since one of my two friends is no longer alive. +++++ Il y a un peu plus de deux ans avec des amis au Nord du pays nous avions bu plus que de raison. Nous sommes donc descendus au village pour marcher un peu, aller au café, peut-être boire encore un peu... En passant près d'un groupe d'arbres je regarde vers la canopée et je vois une sorte de liane, je dis que je la veux, que c'est le bâton magique de Gandalf ... Z me répond qu'il va y arriver. Il ramasse un bâton et une ficelle, en fait une canne et attache une pierre au bout. Nous descendons au village avec tout le monde qui se retourne, Z fait même semblant de pêcher dans une fontaine... Quelques heures et verres plus tard nous remontons et Z réussit à envoyer la corde avec la pierre vers mon bois, la corde s'entortille autour, il tire... et mon bâton magique est maintenant dans mon salon. Nous avons beaucoup ri ce jour là, d'accord nous avions trop bu, mais c'est resté pour moi un grand moment, d'autant plus que l'un de mes deux amis n'est plus.

THE TWO SHEPHERD DOGS, MOTHER AND DAUGHTER, WERE PLAYING WHILE AMERICO WAS EXPLAINING ME SOMETHING ABOUT BOARS IN THE AREA. MEANWHILE THE FLOCK WAS DISTANCING, AMERICO SENT THEM TO CONTROL THE SITUATION... PIP ABOVE +EXTRA NOTE SHOWING THE FLOCK'S POSITION, LOOK PHOTO WIDE TO SPOT THEM

THIS IS PART OF THE FLOCK, IN TOTAL THERE ARE NEARLY 400 SHEEP. AMERICO WALKS THEM BETWEEN 20 TO 25 KM EVERYDAY HELPED BY TWO DOGS. PIP ABOVE

My friend the shepherd... I love to go along the countryside with him, the cattle and the dogs, most of the time in silence, shepherds just talk when it is worth it. Silence is also a form of comunication.

Penedos, Alentejo Pls see wide on black